I have zero clue why my mind has floated to 1997 songs, given the fact it's 3am on a Sunday morning. I wish my mind would shut off, my nerves would ease a bit, and I would find peaceful sleep. There often seems to be something brewing in my thoughts, a quest for an answer...
"Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a tv
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
You told them all I was crazy
They cut off my legs now
I'm an amputee, god damn you
I'm not sick but
I'm not wel
lAnd I'm so hot cause
I'm in hell
I'm not sick but I'm not well
And it's a sin to live so well..." - Harvey Danger
I imagine she was listening to this very song as she rode down a long country road whilst in the middle of a light mist. IF I could go back to this day and simply stand for a moment or two and take in the beauty of the Irish countryside, I would do so one hundred out of one hundred times.
I'm fine, don't worry... I'm just sitting here wishing a bit as I so often do it seems; I know there's a potion that turns wishes into reality.